Club Run

Last night I opted to go run with the club for the first time since 2006 started. We arrived 10 minutes before 7 and there was not a runner in sight. When by 19h00, there was still no-one, I figured that by some agreement, no-one was running on a Wednesday anymore and asked Andy if he wanted to go run with me.

We locked the car, handed in the keys and just as we were about to start, we spotted a lone runner arriving. Andy breathed a breath of relief and went to the gym while I chatted to the newly-arrived runner. 20 minutes later a whole load of other people have arrived and we were just about ready to go run.

I asked Brian (the guy who leads the group that I ran with at my first club run) if he would mind me running with them as the group I normally run with wasn't there and the group up from that, well, they're just a little too fast for my liking.

So off we went; the cold weather didn't allow our muscles to warm up much, but the chattering, laughing and generally great social atmosphere kept us warm and going.

Ten minutes into the run I felt my left foot twist from under me and the next moment a pain shot through my ankle and up my leg. At first I thought I might have mildly twisted it and that the pain would subside within a few hundred metres. Unfortunately it didn't. When we finished 30 minutes later I was still in uncomfortable pain.

Once home, I kept my foot up and tried not to lean on it at all. By this morning the pain was gone, and everything seemed fine.

I'll try jogging a bit tonight, just to check, but I think it was just a "fake" injury last night that wanted me to stop running in the cold and search for the warmth of the fire.